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libartz · 1 year

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Let’s play a fun game I like to call “do I actually ship them romantically, or do I want their relationship to be acknowledged as extremely close and among the most important in their lives and calling it romantic is my way of achieving that?”

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celemee · 9 months

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Hi Celemee! I would love to see something with Possession and Campfire from the Promptober list! Happy writing!

Hello, The Lucky Wizard, and happy Friday! Thank you for this prompt, I'll combine it with one sent by @mclavellan on Discord: "Possession, something with Sebastian if you're still feeling him!"

Sebastian/Fenris, PG.

@dadrunkwriting

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Aveline and Hawke had retired into their respective tents already, leaving Sebastian and Fenris sitting by the fire. A single person guarding the camp would have sufficed, but Sebastian preferred Fenris's quiet and thoughtful company to solitude, and it seemed the elf felt the same.

Long moments of silence stretched between them as they both attended to their pastimes; Sebastian wiping his bow of blood and dirt, Fenris studying his book with creased brows.

It takes Sebastian a while to notice Fenris staring at him, studying him quite like one of his books.

"You value it," comes the low voice as their eyes meet, the shock of white hair bobbing as Fenris nods towards the bow.

A light chuckle bubbles up from Sebastian. "It is but a worldly possession, but yes. My grandfather gave it to me, along with a task."

Fenris lifts his brow, scarce of words as ever.

"I was to lead Starkhaven's militia. Usually one would do so with swords, but I wasn't built for that," Sebastian smiles at the memory, and what follows doesn't quite sting as it used to. "He expected wisdom from me, but even when I failed to deliver, he believed in me."

A little something tugs at Fenris's lips, strengthening into a smile.

"I suppose I want this weapon in my hand when I take back Starkhaven," Sebastian continues, carefully scratching at a particularly resilient stain, "in honour of him."

"You really believe, too," Fenris observes, his head slightly tilted as he considers Sebastian. A beat passes in silence, but Sebastian knows there's more to come. "In yourself. In Hawke. In the Maker and His Bride." "And in you," Sebastian adds.

Fenris smiles slowly at that, invoking a similar response.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No," Fenris says without hesitation. His gaze returns to the book in his hands, signalling the end of their discussion. "It is just unusual, that is all."

Sebastian watches the way Fenris's bangs fall over his eyes, covering whatever he might be feeling. A corner of his heart chips at knowing no-one's believed in Fenris before himself and Hawke, but the joy in repairing that wrong is greater than the sorrow. His belief in himself may not be as unshakable as Fenris thinks, but should he fail or succeed, he will always find a place for his friend at his side, if he wants it.

The bow is simply a tool, at best a symbol of the true gift from his grandfather — his faith. It revitalises in moments like this, when he knows it's brought a smile on a serious face. It roars into passion when someone so dear realises they're valued.

...so dear.

Sebastian rises quite abruptly, "I should patrol for a bit. Keep awake."

Lying is a sin, but Fenris doesn't call him out on it. Still, Sebastian could swear he feels the man's eyes on him as he escapes with his blush.

#dragon age #sebastian vael #fenris #sebastian x fenris #fanfic #thank you for the prompts! <3 #felt good to write sebastian after such a long break #my writing #dadwc

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ripflemeth · 11 months

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spent the last hour thinking about how horny Sebastian and Fenris could be for each other

#dragon age #sebastian x fenris #sebris

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demigoddessqueens · 8 months

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touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

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alltears · 5 months

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dragon age twitter au? dragon age twitter au. da2 <3

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mrs-theirin · 3 months

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“Bianca’s getting married.”

“Oh, I’m very happy for her. Is it to a charming Honda Civic? Or is that too young for her?”

Her joke didn’t land well. He sighed heavily. “The real Bianca."

Eden Hawke and Varric Tethras have been friends for 7 years. Their bond is unbreakable, which is why when Varric asks Eden to be his fake date to his on-again/off-again ex girlfriend Bianca's wedding, she agrees immediately. The two of them embark on the road trip of a lifetime, one they will never forget. ♫

Beginning | Last Chapter | Latest Chapter

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kiivg · 2 years

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.There’s music tonight at The Hanged Man, and more than a single jig on the menu.

#hawke #sebastian vael #fenris #varric tethras #isabela #da2 #sebhawke #mxm #doherty hawke #male hawke #the hanged man #hawke x sebastian #sebastian x hawke

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dalishious · 21 days

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I want a fanfic about Sebastian getting kicked out of the Chantry and, having no place to go, ends up rooming with Fenris. They fall in love, of course.

#fenris x sebastian

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highladyofterrasen7 · 2 months

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Look me in the eyes and tell me this doesn’t scream Dorian

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #dorian havilliard #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #chaol westfall #aelin galathynius #manorian #dorian havilliard x reader #empire of storms #sebastian stan #elide lochan #fenrys moonbeam

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xytaes · 2 years

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my hawke annoying her boyfriends into dressing up for halloween

#fem hawke #hawke #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #art #fenris #fenris da2 #sebastian da2 #sebastian vael #hawke x sebastian #hawke x fenris #fenhawke #sebhawke

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shivunin · 1 year

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Heyyyyyyyyy 💜

Another prompt list I'll steal :P But in the meanwhile... a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

For whomever you think it'd fit best, I have my ideas of whom could they be, but surprise me!

I spent forever trying to figure out which one you guessed asdsffsd. I am sure it wasn't this; I'm so sorry in advance for how angsty this came out lol. Hawke is a messy drunk and her mom died like a week ago.

Thank you so much for the prompt! I look forward to sending you ones from this list, too; it's a good one <3

The Punchline

(Maria Hawke/Fenris | 1,459 Words | Angst | CW: references to parent death, blood, broken bones)

At this moment, Fenris was certain that he was the last person in the world who ought to be hauling a drunk Hawke home. But the others who’d left the Hanged Man with them were some distance away and Fenris had watched her trip on the hem of her robe one time too many.

Surely there was no harm in this—letting her loop an arm over his waist while his rested on her shoulder. Even so, there was something wild about her eyes tonight that set his teeth on edge, that warned him off. If the others hadn’t already reached the bottom of this particular staircase and turned the corner, he would have called for any of them to help her instead.

But—uncomfortable as this was—he couldn’t let her fall. He owed her more than that.

“Fenris,” she said after a moment, and tripped again. Fenris steadied her, grimacing, and nudged them closer to the wall so she had something to catch herself against next time. Hawke ignored this and tried again.

“Fenris,” she said, “D’you want—”

She hiccuped, nearly pelted headlong down the stairs, and caught herself with an elbow hard on the wall.

“Don’t talk,” Fenris said, “Focus on the path.”

Hawke laughed, first an uncharacteristic giggle, then full-throated, as if this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. She let go of his waist, leaning back against the wall instead, and laughed until she was coughing instead. After a moment, she spat on the stairs they’d already traversed and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth

Tears traced lines down her face, the one on the left following the path of the scar she’d gained in the Deep Roads. Fenris could not say if the tears were from laughing too hard or if she’d already been weeping before.

“Do you want to hear a joke, Fenris?” Hawke asked.

“No,” he said, “The others are—”

“What,” she said anyway, her glassy eyes looking right through him, “bleeds red and destroys everything it touches?”

“Hawke,” Fenris said, hands curling and uncurling at his sides, “Don’t.”

Hawke laughed again, that wild laugh that sounded nothing at all like her, and stumbled down two more steps. Fenris followed—he always followed, even when it was inadvisable—and eyed her when she caught herself against the wall again.

She must have scraped her elbow against the rough stone when she’d caught herself before; it left a smear of red on the wall now.

“What,” she said, the word coming out with the laugh, “loses pieces of itself over and over and still drags its bones back home?”

Fenris said nothing. He just watched her. She laughed again, descended another step, left another broken line of blood on the wall beside the stairs.

Perhaps he ought to leave her at her door and find someone else to handle this. If her current state was any indication, she should not be alone tonight. If left to her own devices…

“Come on, Fenris,” she said, her laughing interspersed with little gasps, “Don’t you have a guess? Here, here; I’ll give you another hint. What has wings but only falls? What has a crest but no family line?

“Hawke,” Fenris said quietly, with little idea what he might say next. She didn’t give him a chance. She snapped unsuccessfully, but gave up after her thumb missed the second time.

“Right in one,” she said, and her laughing sounded almost like panting now, like an animal caught in a snare, “Hawke.”

When she tripped on the next step, he did not catch her in time; one arm hit the steps with a shark crack and she rolled the rest of the way to the bottom. Fenris darted after her, cursing himself roundly, and knelt on one knee beside her crumpled form.

“Hawke?” he said, brushing aside the hair in her face. At first, he thought her face might be contorted with pain, but no; she was still laughing, though the breath had been knocked from her lungs. She gasped after a moment, then chuckled in spasms, as if she couldn’t make herself stop laughing.

“Fenris,” she said through her laughter, “Come on. Laugh. It’s a good joke.”

He ignored this entirely; it seemed to be the best course of action. Like as not, she’d forget she’d said any of this in the morning.

“Do you,” she said, as he hauled her to her feet, “Do you know, Fenris, what the strongest force in the universe is?”

Why did that sound familiar?

“Love,” she said, and there was no mistaking her sob for a laugh.

Fenris caught her arm and Hawke reeled back with a hiss. For a moment, they were all elbows and legs as he tried to catch her without gripping her injured arm. At last, he snagged her waist and she hung over his arm, her hair long and loose enough to brush against the stone of Hightown’s street.

“Love,” she said, “That’s what he told me. Isn’t that—isn’t that hilarious?”

Ah—yes. He remembered now.

It was what the mage who’d killed her mother had said when she found him in his lair. Do you know what the strongest force in the universe is? Love. It had sounded just as mad then as it did now.

Fenris was hunched over her, so when Hawke lifted her head they were only a breath apart. He knew what she was going to do the moment before she did it; her eyes dropped to his mouth, as they had often before that fateful night months ago, and her injured hand, shaking, pressed against his cheek.

When she kissed him, it tasted like copper and salt. Fenris neither responded nor moved away; he only waited, frozen in place, certain that either possible action could only make things worse. Did he want her to kiss him? He didn't know; he'd thought of it often since that night. The memory of her in his arms lived in his mind, replaying when he was alone in his room no matter how he willed it otherwise. Yes; he wanted her to kiss him. He also never wanted her to touch him again, to never again be reminded of what he'd so briefly had and lost.

The kiss lasted only a moment; Maria pulled away almost as soon as she made contact with him.

“There,” she said quietly, “You see? That proves it. You’re safe. I only destroy the ones I love, after all. You can still get away.”

That—that hurt. He hadn’t expected it to; had not known that this part of him could still be vulnerable to her in this way. It had been months, after all; she’d seemed determined to pretend their night together had never happened at all. More than once, she’d arrived at cards with the hints of red marks at her neck and smelling of someone else’s perfume. It was what must be; they both knew that.

They both knew that.

There was no reason to pretend otherwise now, when it was already too late. There was no reason for this clutching feeling in his chest.

“Hawke!”

Sebastian jogged up, looking between the two of them. Whatever conclusions he might have drawn, he kept them to himself. Hawke braced a hand on Fenris’s shoulder and righted herself, pushing out of his arms and away.

“Sebastian!” she said, “There you are.”

“Here I am,” he agreed, offering an arm, “Time to go home.”

Fenris met the other man’s eyes, nodded, and turned away. The streets were dim, the buildings looming like specters. He did not watch the other two go, but he heard them talking as he turned toward home.

“Do you want to hear a joke, Sebastian?”

“Oh, I think I’d better tell you one instead,” Sebastian began, but Fenris did not hear the rest; they were moving in opposite directions. They always seemed to be moving in opposite directions, he and Hawke.

Fenris told himself he would think no more about it—she was drunk, after all; she would remember none of this in the morning—but when he stepped into his bedroom he caught sight of his own reflection in the glass of the window.

When she’d touched his face, Hawke had left a mark behind. Blood that’d been on her thumb, he supposed; and how grotesque it was that two thumbprints ought to look so much like a heart.

The mark itself was easy enough to wash clean; but when he fell asleep in his bed, it was with his fingertips tucked beneath the silk of Hawke's scarf, warm and bright around his wrist even now.

Safe, she’d said. As if Fenris had ever stayed with her for safety.

#fenris #fenris dragon age #maria hawke #fenhawke #fenris x hawke #angst #my writing #da2 #Sebastian stayed with her until she slept because she is #obviously not in a good place here #she wrote Fenris an apology note and sent it with a bottle of wine the next day #and neither of them acknowledged this for a very long time #listen i just. love a messy character and hawke is *messy*#shivunin scrivening

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rosella-writes · 1 year

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Rating: T

Relationship: Female Hawke & Sebastian, background Female Hawke x Fenris

Warnings: Discussion of canonical abuse

Summary: Hawke believes herself in need of confession after Fenris leaves her. Sebastian knows she simply needs a friend.

Sebastian sighed. “Hawke, there are better times and places to ask me to accompany you —”

She cut him off with an angry grunt, then laced her fingers together near the lattice and leaned close. “Bless me, brother, for I have sinned.”

Sebastian closed his eyes, leaned forward, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could hear every one of Hawke’s breaths on the other side, and they were quick, anxious. He gestured for her to continue with his free hand.

“It has been… um.” She counted under her breath. “A long time since my last confession.”

#fenhawke #sebastian vael #female hawke #hawke #fenris x hawke #confessional #dragon age #da2 #my writing #Inri Hawke #red hawke #sebastian is a good friend mmkay he loves hawke and fenris very much

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creamecream · 1 year

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“I-I got a little paycheck,

You got big plans, and you gotta move,

And I don’t feel nothing at all,

And you can’t feel nothing small,

Honey, I love you, that’s all she wrote,

O-Ophelia,

You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug,

O-Ophelia,

Heaven help the fool who falls in love,

O-Ophelia,

You’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood,

O-Ophelia,

Heaven help the fool who falls in love,”

#I know I know I know their party banter I know all about how they treat each other #but I can see this post game especially if the two of them are left to their own devices together #which they are in my verse with the kids that's how they end up together and khaalida comes about #for some reason the two of them are left alone and while their relationship is very *very* rocky they are together #fenris is in love with hawke who is married to sebastian but he won't let them go #while merrill just wants to be happy with what they currently have not pining away for hawke #this is one of the only ships with fenris I can see/like I'm mainly a fenhawke shipper but I like fenrill #I firmly believe in fenris being in love with hawke no matter what they're his first safe person #even though it's not the most healthy etc. hawke is safety hawke gives affection fenris is in love with them #I also have a preference for bethany/merrill but enough about otps have another ship I like #just both heartbreak but merrill's for fenris just refusing to be happy while fenris' for hawke #I tried to make the light in their eyes obviously broken hearts sorry if it doesn't translate well #fenris seeing merrill in a 'new light' stuff of maybe if he tries he could maybe be okay here with her #dragon age #merrill #fenris x merrill #fenrill #fenris

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renegade-inator · 1 year

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I have discovered my art folder from 2014 so uH this would be part 1: a Dragon Age 2 modern AU

^ Fenris and Hawke already knew each other when they met an a dance class (yes idk either)

^ tHE SCENE

^ Hawke you’re drunk

^ Sebastian’s younger days

Hawke and HoF taking a selfie

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #female hawke #sebastian vael #da2 fenris #sebhawke #varric tethras #aveline vallen #bethany hawke #sebastian x hawke #hero of ferelden #I did not improve since then and it’s kind of sad)

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Hello again :) please could I request headcanons for the dragon age 2 companions and male hawke where they fall in love with carvers ex girlfriend who is half elf :)

Oh sure! 😉

Being Carver’s ex, but the others like you, includes…

Carver’s never going to hear the end of it! He let you go?? He dated you??

Isabela thinks you’re interesting already and is immediately drawn to you. Shamelessly flirting every second

Varric is that dude who ribs Carver but also shamelessly flirts with you too. Planning on what’s going to be in the book he has planned

Fenris and Anders are jealous of you as soon as they see Hawke flirt with you. Like it just radiates off them and you’re quick to piece two and two together.

Needless to say, you’ve got a quick wit too and give them a taste of their own medicine.

They’ll give you this, you’re a good listener and you have a light-hearted nature that is sympathetic to them as well.

But then again your bark is as good as your bite

Aveline and Sebastian are infatuated quickly with you. Always close by, hanging on to every word you’re saying, and sometimes going out of their way to get things you need or want.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #inbox request #headcanons #dragon age x reader #hawke #dragon age fenris #dragon age anders #dragon age carver #dragon age sebastian #sebastian vael #dragon age isabela #male hawke #varric tethras #dragon age varric #dragon age aveline

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everfairestar · 2 years

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Harrowing ~ [AO3]

Mature || 34K+ (Ongoing) || Multi-Ship || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Trauma, Slow Romance

CW: Rated M for violence, sexual humor, sexual themes, and referenced sexual assault. Additional warnings: PTSD type reactions, character death, swearing, and grief.

Summary:

Aria Hawke has kept her magic secret throughout her life in Lothering. Since the death of her father four years ago, she has been wracked with guilt and shame, which has been amplified by her family. Now, after the battle of Ostagar, she travels to Kirkwall, one of the most dangerous places in Thedas for an apostate mage. While there, she finds a sense of place and belonging, all while the world keeps crumbling down around her.

This multi-chapter fic follows Hawke's flight from Lothering through the events of the game, adding scenes and fleshing out dialogue.

Excerpt:

“Miss me, sister?” Carver asked wryly, and Hawke released the mana.

“Carver!” Leandra practically shrieked, running and throwing her arms around Carver’s neck.

“You made it.” Relief coloured Hawke’s tone.

“Of course I did.” Carver replied arrogantly, his eyes narrowing in anger.

“What’s going on?” Bethany asked sleepily from the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her hazel eyes. “Carver?”

It was all the warning he had before Bethany had wrapped herself around him as well. Leandra traced the lines of Carver’s face, checking him for wounds. Bethany snuggled into her twin’s chest, and his expression shifted from Hawke, softening. Hawke remained stock still, feeling like an intruder; as if it was she who had barreled through the door and not her brother. To disguise her feelings, she studied Carver. It had only been six months since he left to join the King’s army, and he still had the youthful boyish charm that had sent several village girls chasing after him. Dark hair cropped shorter than she remembered highlighted his high cheekbones. He was still her little brother, but there was something more hollowed out about him – as if what he had experienced in these past months had harrowed him. It was not so different than the expression that Hawke saw in her own expression since their father had died.

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

#da2 #dragon age 2 #fenris #da hawke #fenris x hawke #my writing #my fanfiction #a03 fanfic #a03 link #isabela da2 #varric dragon age #merrill #aveline vallen #sebastian vael #anders da2 #varric tethras #female hawke #da2 fanfiction #dragon age fanfiction

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